His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. This is really bothering him. Evelyn rubbed his thigh lightly as she faced the passenger side window.

Dean dropped one hand to caress the back of the lady-like hand resting in his lap. This is when the fairytale ends. This is when she sees how different we are. This is when she will be disappointed and pull away. You know you aren't good enough for her. Why are you bringing Mrs. Ruark to this shithole? He turned into the trailer park. Her hand patted his denim-covered leg. I wish I could close my eyes and not see her distain. I wish I was blindfolded. That would be better than this. He slowly guided the car to a stop in front of his door and cut off the engine. "Home sweet home" he muttered before opening his door. Wordlessly Evelyn followed him. She can't even speak, she is so disgusted. He unlocked the front door and stepped aside to allow her to enter.

We certainly do live different lives. No wonder he spends so much time at school. Evelyn stepped inside, stopping a few feet away from the door. Dark brown paneling met brown mottled carpet. A recliner faced the 18" television. A folding tray sat beside the table with a forgotten glass on top of it. Shoes were lined up against the wall just inside the door. A t-shirt lay on the floor by her feet. Turning to her side, she saw a belt curled on the mustard-yellow kitchen linoleum. A small step forward let her see down the hallway. Socks were lying several feet apart, a few steps away from jeans that looked like someone had simply walked out of them. A pair of underwear lay at the entrance to what she assumed was the bedroom of this hovel. He wants me to be disgusted. He expects me to run. Evelyn schooled her face – no expression to give away how revolted she was that Dean lived like this.

A pit opened in the bottom of Dean's stomach as she turned to face him. Here it comes… "I don't see any personal touches. Where are the pictures of your family?" Dean's mouth dropped open fractionally. What? No revulsion? No disgust? Evelyn rested one hand on his chest. "I know you didn't expect ME to judge you. Surely you wouldn't expect judgement based on where you live?" Dean shook his head no. "Dean, you have made a life for yourself based on hard work. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hold your head high."

With a hard swallow, Dean pulled Evelyn close. "You are a goddess, my goddess. I want to be worthy. This doesn't scream 'I am man enough for a goddess.' It just screams." He propped his chin on the crown of her head. "Your house, home, is perfect. Neat, organized…and the playroom…" He rubbed her arms. "I didn't know that life existed. Once I did, that's what I wanted. With you. Not here. Never here."

Pulling away from him, Evelyn looked up into his tormented face. Taking his hand, she pulled him down the hall while stepping over the discarded clothing. Reaching the doorway of the bedroom, she leaned against the doorframe and propped up one foot. Raising the opposite arm to hold onto the molding she whispered, "This is your home…Today is the last day that will be true. One time and one time only you can take me the way you want. I will give you control once and once only." She extended her other hand to trace the collar of his tee. "Don't waste the opportunity."

His fisted hands rested on her hips. His nose touched the juncture of her neck before sliding up to her jaw. His lips caressed her ear. "I…I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you senseless. To hear you scream my name." Evelyn let her head fall back, giving him access to her pounding pulse. His lips closed over the sensitive area, sucking gently. His fingers spread, holding her before sliding to her behind and lifting her slowly. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he backed into the room and sat on the edge of the unmade bed. "Evelyn…" She rocked against him. He pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Her bra quickly followed. Her hands slid into his hair as his tongue trailed down her chest. As he began to suckle, she rocked her hips. Dean shook his head and laid her on her back. "You aren't in control this time, Goddess. This time I get to take Evelyn the way I want, remember?" He freed her button and pulled the zipper apart. "MY way. I am in control." Her jeans and panties slid down her legs. Shouldering her knees apart, he laid between her thighs. "Mine." he whispered prior to lowering his mouth to her lower lips. Evelyn sighed as her arms rested over her head. His tongue licked her swollen, wet pussy. His lips closed around her clit and sucked slow and gently. "Mine." Dean began to alternate between sucking on her clit and thrusting his tongue inside her body. Evelyn's eyes closed and a low moan escaped her open mouth. Excitement wracked his body. Standing, he quickly shed his clothes before crawling up her body. "I dreamt of you like this. I dreamt of you, lying in my bed, waiting for me." His rock-hard cock touched her opening. "So much better than dreams." A quick thrust of his hips joined their waiting bodies. Evelyn met his hips with a tilt of her own. Dean folded their hands together above her head as he slowly moved in and out of her body. Rocking back and forth with incredibly slow motions, he stared into her eyes. Evelyn moaned again, touching something inside of him. Letting go of her hands, he gripped her hips to pull her up from the bed. Spinning with her, he lifted her against the wall and rejoined their bodies. She clutched at his shoulders as his fingers curled into her ass. Hard, measured strokes tantalized their sweaty bodies. Pulling back, Evelyn bit her lip as she met his gaze. Moaning his name, she dug her heels into the small of his back. "No…not yet." He turned her body to face the wall, twisting his fingers with hers beside her head as he slammed back into her waiting body. "I control this." He moved in and out, the sounds of bodies meeting and parting filled the room. "I get to say 'when' today." His chest rubbed against her back. Evelyn's back bowed, her ass curving towards him. Harder and harder he took her body. "Evie…You have no idea." He backed up, keeping her hips with his and bending her to keep her hands on the wall. He slammed inside her faster and faster. "Evie…" He pulled free and threw her back on the bed. He yanked her hips to the edge of the mattress and thrust back inside. "So close to the edge…" Her body began to convulse in overwhelming pleasure. Lifting her so her shoulders were the only part touching the bedding, he forced himself to go harder and harder. "Scream for me." he ordered as he pounded his release. Evelyn was caught up in her own release, finally shrieking his name as he groaned hers. "Evie…" His sweaty body lay on top of hers. Her arms crossed over his shoulders.

"Dean…"

"I love you." The words were whispered against the side of her breast. Her fingers touched the collar around his neck. "I know." he whispered. "I know."

Pulling himself up to stand, he reached for her hand to help her rise. "This doesn't happen without emotions." Looking up at his vulnerable face, Evelyn whispered, "That collar means you are mine. Never gave one before." Standing chest-to-chest her words were still barely discernable. "I love you, too."

The car was packed with all of his personal belongings. Looking around the trailer, Dean didn't see anything that he wanted. The recliner, television, tiny kitchen table, dishes… Anything left meant nothing. He closed the door for a final time. His old life was gone. His new one, a better life, that existed with the Goddess waiting patiently beside the car.

No regrets. The sub life was the life with her. Nearing her side, Dean spoke clearly.

"Govern me, Goddess."

With that, Dean's story has reached its conclusion.